I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 219: Why is it all trash?



Chapter 219: Why is it all trash?

Chapter 219: Why is it all trash?

Gu Heng felt a surge of secret pleasure, but he didn't show it on the surface, maintaining his gentle and refined demeanor.

Is this what it feels like to be a monk?

That was really awesome!

Even though he was fake, the other party thought he was real and was so scared that his tongue was tied and his teeth were chattering. Gu Heng's arrogance immediately surged!

Hmph, no matter what kind of cultivator you are, even if my "disguise" is so fake, you were still fooled.

"So you were hiding your true strength; we underestimated you."

The man in black robes had a sinister expression, but his movements were incredibly cautious—he took several steps back, almost leaning against the rock wall, as if afraid Gu Heng would kill him outright. Even so, he still threatened with a touch of toughness, "I don't care who you are, but I advise you not to get involved in this matter, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Gu Heng asked with a smile. "Otherwise, what do you want?"

The other party made some harsh remarks.

But Gu Heng wasn't afraid at all.

This guy has already fallen for it, putting on a tough act everywhere, but who knows how scared he really is? So I have no reason to show weakness, I have to keep pressing him!

"Otherwise, otherwise..."

Upon hearing Gu Heng's question, the man in black robes was immediately speechless.

Holy crap, who can stand this?!

Where did this fusion period come from?

Why are you so young?

However, youth is not the problem. The important question is, why would someone with such cultivation level ride a flying demonic bird... Wait, is there a little girl with him? She seems to be only at the Nascent Soul stage.

Oh, so this guy was traveling discreetly with his disciples, and they just happened to rob him!

It seems that it wasn't that some other force learned of their Evil Soul Hall's plans and then came to disrupt them.

In that case, it's not so difficult to handle...

The man in black robes was sweating profusely. He gritted his teeth and glared at Gu Heng, wanting to say something harsh, but Gu Heng just stared at him blankly, his eyes so calm.

It was as if he could tear himself to pieces without batting an eye.

No, I can't hold on any longer.

“This… Your Excellency, it was our mistake to abduct you and your disciple.”

"How about we offer you some compensation, and then you and your apprentice can leave? This matter is on our end, but it's best if you don't concern yourself with anything else."

The man in black spoke in a gentle tone, appearing very sincere, as if he urgently hoped that he and Qin Yiyao would leave as soon as possible.

They have no choice but to leave. They've reached a crucial step here. If this Grandmaster at the Integration Stage attacks them, things will go awry.

Although their leader, the Soul Envoy, was also at the Integration Stage, he was probably already performing the final "blood sacrifice" and couldn't possibly be distracted by dealing with the person in front of him.

You'd better just give in and send him away.

"Well, if you put it that way, it's not entirely impossible..."

Gu Heng stroked his chin, struggling to suppress the smile on his lips and his excitement.

They finally compromised.

This guy chickened out!

He knew he had succeeded! He had only disguised his aura. Even Gu Heng himself wasn't confident that he could resolve this matter so easily. If the other party didn't believe him and started a fight, he would have been exposed. But this guy was far too cowardly.

No wonder, he's only fit to do this kind of gatekeeper job.

In short, he successfully fooled the man in black!

But what Gu Heng wanted to know more about was what these people were doing in the deep valley of the mountains.

If so many people are kidnapped, and it's not for money or sex, then it's probably to take their lives. But what are these people's lives for?

Gu Heng felt a pang of inner turmoil, but he remained rational.

If we can avoid getting involved in this matter, we should.

Life is important.

Gu Heng pretended to think deeply for a moment, then said, "Alright, whatever you've done, I won't get involved or pursue it, but my disciple and I will leave now." The man in black robes breathed a sigh of relief: "Good, thank you for your magnanimity."

Without hesitation, he immediately took out several bottles of fourth and fifth-grade pills, as well as two or three Xuan-grade magic weapons from his spatial ring.

This was his own savings, a reward he received for serving the Evil Soul Hall, but he could only take it out now to avoid further trouble. He didn't know if the sect would reimburse him afterwards...

Forget about reimbursement, but if we can get rid of this plague first, everything else is negotiable.

Spirit stones are definitely not enough to appease a Nascent Soul cultivator; pills and magical artifacts are the only options.

"Sir, please choose from these items; they are all my best."

The man in black robes had also given this matter considerable thought. This guy didn't seem like a wealthy cultivator at all. He might not lack spirit stones, but he probably didn't have that many pills or magic treasures. Therefore, the man in black robes felt that his compensation was quite generous. "Hmm..."

Gu Heng glanced at what the man in black robes had taken out.

Then I immediately felt annoyed.

Is this guy just being teased?

The color and quality of this pill were the worst Gu Heng had ever seen; even a dog wouldn't eat it!

And these short daggers, nine-section whips, and the like, are also utterly trash!

How come this guy, a cultivator, has these useless junk items as his 'best possessions'?

Could it be that.

This person is very weak, so he doesn't have anything good to offer?

That's true. If he were really capable, why would they send him to guard the goal? They would have transferred him to a more valuable job long ago.


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